Different we are and it is our history experiences that create us who we are.
We all have different tales,
I listened to yours without you telling.
When I told you mine I had no reason to question
because to be as caring and compassionate as you are much of work had expected to be done.
I have found a place:
A home away from home,
I have found a hand that nestles,
Lips that utter remedies for my worries,
All you had to do was talk and I was healed.
I have visualized you appear whenever I wanted you there.
When I wanted to talk you were there to listen
When I needed to be instructed you were never late for a lesson
I hate this one this section; adieu
I now have to say goodbye to your sessions but not your life lessons.
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Author:
Johnny (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is dedicated to my secondary school english teacher, my undoubtedly favourite teacher from any institution. She overdid her duties as a teacher & played many vital roles in my life. I don't know any teacher that has the time to hangout & take students to get pizza with them. She's very special to me & i'm sure to my other friends who got the same treatment. We love you Ms. Bacchus
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Comments1
I liked a teacher, though he was older and gruff. That was until I re-visited my old school after I left school, and he was a bit nasty to me. A sort of old Colonel-type.
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